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theogony · 3 months

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nocturne in silver and blue

a/n : written originally for the kotlc secret santa for @that-glasses-dog except i horribly procrastinated on it </3. anyway i hope you enjoy the fic regardless because it is a 6k worddump on love existing despite everything and involves some of the hardest writing i've ever had to do (which probably explains the tonal whiplash). also i have already said too much so i will let you read the rest of this fic now

“Yup,” he enunciates, popping the last syllable - not missing the sharp intake of breath from a person he knows all too well. “Neither of us have been found by our soulmates yet. Which makes me wonder - what about you, Tam? Is there any lucky girl or guy in your cards yet?” The boy in question goes rigid - unusually so, and the voice that next emerges is so painfully cold it feels downright wrong. “No, of course not. Did it seem like the opposite?” Keefe’s eyes narrow, his gaze analytical at the stiffness in his movements. A heartbeat passes between the both of them, and the steely grey of Tam’s irises gleam like a knife’s edge. Keefe wonders if it’d be like kissing steel - like pricking blood that beads up like dirtied snow. “You’re lying.” - Alternatively; In a world where you see in greyscale until you hear your soulmate laugh for the first time, Keefe laughs a lot - loud and bright. Tam...barely even smiles.

Contrary to popular belief, Keefe doesn’t quite hate Tam Song.

Sure, there was that tiny blip between the two of them - that blip of time when they fought like cats and dogs, both too eager to prove themselves to a world that refused to accept them for what they were and moulded them into something jaded and angry.

But Keefe has never hated Tam Song.

He's come close to starting right now, though.

“Wait…you're telling me that Keefe Sencen can't carry a tune to save his life?”

Tam smiles mildly as he plays back the recording of an extremely familiar muffled voice in the showers.

“Give me that!”

As Keefe launches himself onto Tam's prone body without much warning, the rest of them begin to hoot and cheer, the easy light of the campfire warming them as they all gorged on the leftover marshmallows from the council meeting/friend group meetup/sleepover made to remedy the fact that neither Tam or Linh had ever been to one.

Before Keefe can properly grab a fistful of his bangs, a peal of laughter rings out from the corner like tinkling bells - and the rest of them quiet down, staring at Linh - who's currently trying to muffle the growing redness in her face into a stuffed pillow.

“...what?”

Dex shrugs, before reaching out to grab another handful of chips, ignoring Sophie's loud exclamation.

“Anyone seen any life-changing colours yet?”

The entire group blinks, and Linh momentarily stiffens, before relaxing after no one shifts forward - only to coil back when Keefe teasingly pokes her in her ribs.

“No need to look so relieved there - I'm sure I would have made a beautiful soulmate.”

Linh shrugs, cheeks reddening even further as the rest of them fully face her now. Tam warily shifts closer, only halting after she places a gentle hand on his.

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hi-imgrapes · 1 year

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happy holidays, kotlc fandom

Marella: Guys. Hear me out: what if there was a mistletoe but when two people are under it instead if having to kiss they have to fight each other

Dex: mistleFOE

Tam: *tapes a mistletoe to the ceiling* KEEFE GET OVER HERE-

#marella redek #dex dizznee #tam song #keefe sencen #kam #kotlc #kotlc incorrect quotes #happy holidays from the kotlc cast #teefe #kotlc kam #kotlc keefe #kotlc tam #kotlc dex #kotlc marella

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boombams · 1 year

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happy lunar new year , chúc mừng năm mới !! i doodled this quickly bc i wanted to draw them on time for the new year :0

anyway happy year of the rabbit / cat !! <3

#i hateeeee calling it year of the cat. but that’s what it is ig ksjdejsjsjsjdhdhdhsjsjsss #sorry it’s kinda bad snsjsjssss. i was so scared i wouldn’t draw it in time #tam song #keefe sencen #kam #teefe #new years art #year of the cat #year of the rabbit #year of the bunny #kotlc #keeper of the lost cites fanart #keeper of the lost cities #my art #its sooooo bad sorry :////////

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mmeemy · 1 month

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KeefexTam ship dynamic

Tam: I hate you Keefe

Keefe: You agreed to go on a date with me 2 hours ago, I don't believe you

Tam: Completely valid, I was lying

Tam: I actually really love you

#Kam #Teefe #keeper of the lost cites #tam song #keefe sencen

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sparkly-s0da · 1 month

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SHOOOT I KINDA REMEBER ONE OF MY OLD SHIPS

I USED TO SHIP PRENTICE WITH ANOTHER ONE OF THE GUYS I DONT REMEMBER LMFAO

OMGGG

Thats crazy lolz

When you ship tam and keefe kinda and you KNOW THAT ITS NOT GOING TO BE CANON BUT YOU ARE bEGGING

Also whats with the alden hate i don’t mean to be rude in any way but hwo is he really sucky?? I might not be so sure im only on book 7 so.. yyeahhhh

Sorry about taht dump but yeah

#Kam kotlc #Kam #Uhhhhhhh sorry guys #Oh but keefe and sophie is still coolio tho!!#kotlc #kotlc fandom #Oh man fitz and sophie dating was. Idk i couldn’t see it yet not see it>??#kam #kam kotlc #teefe

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corruption-exe · 2 years

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i need a kam fic where keefe accidentally asks tam out and tam, thinking it's a challenge, accepts.

#kotlc #kam #keefe x tam #tam x keefe #teefe

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kotlc-ships101 · 6 months

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Top 20 Kotlc Ships

#1. Sokeefe/Team Foster-Keefe

#2. Keefiana/Beefe

#3. Marellinh/Linhella

#5. Darella/Mex

#6. Tiana/Bam

#7. Chandelitz/Fandelier

#8. Mareliniana/Linhelliana

#9. Staruca/Marina

#10. Stitz/Fina

#11. Sophela/Marphie

#12. Sotam/Tophie

#13. Laruella/Marulinh

#14. Maritz/Faruca

#15. Dexiana/Bex

#16. Lex/Dinh

#17. Sophiana/Biophie

#18. Kam/Teefe

#19. Keefitz/Feefe

#20. Fitzphie/Sophitz

I hope you enjoyed this post! Please remember, these rankings are purely my opinion. If you have a different idea of how they should be ranked, please say so in the comments!

#kotlc sophie #kotlc keefe #kotlc #sokeefe #fitz vacker #sophie foster

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siennamakeschaos · 24 days

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day ten kotlc challenge

best ship

Teefe/Kam. (Tam x Keefe) It's enemies to lovers, they hate each other, they would be the best couple, don't argue with me please.

The moment they laid eyes on each other...they hated each other. ENEMIES TO LOVERS. BEST SHIP DYNAMIC.

#30 days of kotlc #kotlc challenge #kotlc q + a #best kotlc ship #teefe kotlc #kam kotlc #day ten 30 day challenge

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rebeleden · 9 months

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Watch "T.I. ROAST his own Son King Harris BOTCHED VENEER TEETH, called him TEETH SWEAT, TEEF KEEF, and more" on YouTube

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CC CHEAP EVIL CHICKEN HAWK TI

#Youtube

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keefsteef · 1 year

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keefs=ate teef=burgers

👺!!!!

#asks

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duelingdestiny · 1 year

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voltron

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you my:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) KEEF WITH THE TEEF KOGANE.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) HUNKACHUNKA MY LOVE

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) MATT IS BAE

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) Ryan Kinkade. Just fuck me up I love him.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) I"M SORRY DID YOU MEAN LOTOR

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) LANCE FUCKNG MCCLAIN. It's like self torture but I'm here for it.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) SLAV I FUCKING HATE THAT IRRITATING CATERPILLAR BITCH I WAS ROOTING FO SHIRO TO MURDER HIM THE WHOLE TIME.

#ore no turn: answered ask #ariasune #talking with tiffers

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hi-imgrapes · 1 year

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//Song Family Reunion! Well, At Least Some Of The Family- A Kam Oneshot//

hey guys! happy holidays, heres a kam oneshot below the cut! enjoy!

contents: major kam fluff and angst on the side, tam’s childhood trauma, keefe’s childhood trauma, mai’s domestic abu$e, slight fedex, ro slaying the day, #fistbump

WARNING: MENTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABU$E, STAY SAFE!

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"Take that, you hooligan!"

The bright yellow beach ball knocks me on the head. It doesn't hurt much, but I am in a relatively good mood today- or as good as I can possibly be. I crumple to the ground onto the soft black sand of the Shores of Solace, letting out a sigh of defeat. A boy with bubblegum pink hair snickers from behind me.

I throw the beach ball at Fitz's head. He doesn't bother pretending to be hurt; he just laughs at me and Keefe.

"Ow," he giggles, throwing the beach ball back into Keefe's hands and plopping down on the soft ash-colored sand. He frowns, glancing at the pretentious mansion behind him. "How long do we have to do this?"

"Until Dad of the Year gets officially pissed." Keefe ruffles his sunny blonde hair and copies Fitz's frown. "Weird. He seems to be having more patience than usual today."

"I think you're making progress," I offer, pointing at the highest window where Lord Cassius, my boyfriend's father, rests his pathetic little feet. "See those curtains? He just closed them, but he can't block out the sound. It's only a matter of time before he caves."

"You would be making a point if you didn't say that half an hour ago. Besides, it's- what three hours till dinnertime? I have to get ready for a date," Fitz complains.

"Who takes three hours to get ready?" I mutter to myself, but loud enough for Keefe to hear.

"Fitz, apparently," Keefe snickers. Fitz flushes a dark crimson.

"For the record, your hair looks fine," Ro says from a bright green beach towel several feet away from us. "But if you want me to style it better-"

"I'm good, thanks," Fitz says before Ro could suggest some of her ideas. "But something tells me I'd look better without maggots burrowing into my scalp."

"Not maggots!" she corrects indignantly. "Just bacteria!"

"Very big bacteria," Keefe jokes. Fitz sighs in exasperation.

"Where do you have your date with Dex anyway?" I ask.

"Rimeshire," Fitz boasts before his mind could process my words well enough to correct himself. His face reddens the more Keefe rolls on the sand in laughing tears.

"Alright, you can go put your non-maggots in your hair if you'd like, Fitzy," Keefe teases. "No one's forcing you to be here."

"Considering Dex's questionable taste," Ro says, wrinkling her nose at Fitz, "maybe he would like maggots."

"Oooh, how well do maggots get along with tomples?"

"Alright, screw you guys," Fitz scoffs, holding up his leaping crystal to the sky. "Good luck on being a disappointment." And with those happy words, he glitters away into the afternoon sun.

"Alright, should we keep playing?" I am surprised to see Keefe looking at where Fitz used to stand with a wistful expression. Adopting an expression of concern, I sit up and walk over to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

"It's just..." Keefe blinks, and I am startled to see tears running down his cheeks. "My whole life I've dreamed of having a nice family I could settle into. Like how Fitz settled in with Dex after his parents kicked him out. But I..." His ice-blue eyes meet mine, and I know what he is thinking.

"I know. My parents..." I pause, falling short of my arsenal of good words to phrase the truth. "Aren't ideal. I'm sorry." I turn away, feeling a sense of shame burying into my chest.

Keefe's eyes widen out of the corner of my eye just as Ro picks up her towel and moves further down the beach. He cups my face, pulling it towards him. "Hey, that's not what I meant. I'm so lucky to have you, and I couldn't ask for anything more. I just-"

"I could try."

Keefe's eyes widen again, and the look on his face is enough to stop my heart for a solid two seconds. The look of hope, of all the dreams he had stockpiled in his head from the moment he realized he never was going to find what he wanted, what he needed, in his own family of blood. "What?"

"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while, my parents have been trying to get in touch with me lately. Saying they've changed. I don't believe them, but if it means so much to you..."

Keefe smiles sadly. "Bangs Boy, you don't have to do that."

I know I don't have to. But the look of hope Keefe gave me planted a seed of determination inside my head. I am going to try, and nobody can change my mind.

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"Bangs, I told you that you didn't have to do this."

Keefe pesters me with complaints as we walk hand in hand up to my parents' house, but he didn't refuse to follow me.

"I told you before, I want to. And hey, if things go wrong, the door will be right next to us, okay?" I turn around to look Keefe in the eyes. He smiles gratefully and pulls me into a warm hug.

"Thank you," he whispers with a fierce kind of passion. "I love you."

I allow myself to melt into his embrace. "Love you too, Keefe." Too soon I pull away, kissing his cheek and squeezing his hand. "Ready?"

"Ready." We reach the door and Keefe looks at me with concern. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I elbow him in the side. "We're literally at the door. What do you think?"

Keefe shrugs. "Just making sure. Alright, you reunite with your family and tell me to come in when you're ready for me."

"Alright, see you soon." I kiss his cheek once more and knock on the door, waving fondly to him as he scampers to the safety of a potted plant.

The faint sound of footsteps down stairs, familiar voices. I told them I would be coming sometime today. I didn't mention Keefe. That wasn't my cleverest move. (Or maybe it was. The only thing I could do now was find out and see.)

I look around. The porch is covered with potted plants and overgrown vines blossoming Mom's favorite flowers that I remembered her sprinkling on teacakes because she thought they looked pretty that way. The porch has a strange mix of familiar and foreign qualities smashed together like the edges of two worlds colliding into one. Something about the porch makes my eyes well with tears, which I wipe away almost as quickly as they come.

My heart stops as I hear the unlocking of the door.

A familiar woman steps out of the house with soft, delicate features and smooth black hair. Her silvery blue eyes widen.

A pair of smooth arms engulf me into a hug, crushing me despite their small size. Teardrops drip down my neck and my tunic, the sound of quiet sobbing in my ear.

"Tammy, I've missed you." That was the nickname Mom called me before I left with Linh.

"I've missed you too, Mom," I whisper hoarsely in her ear, feeling tears fill my eyes again only to wipe them away with my finger.

When my mother finally pulls away, she holds my shoulder steady and looks into my eyes with the concern to make me crumple to the ground, after so many years of only getting that kind of look from Linh. "How have you been?"

That's a hard question to answer, I admit. I think of the Neverseen fights, the pain, the injuries, the feelings of loneliness and loss.

I think of the friends I made, the smiles I let spread across my face for once, the love I spent on so much more people than I could ever have imagined.

A ghost of a smile breezes past my lips. "I think I've been okay."

Mom smiles back at me, gesturing to the opened door behind her. "Would you like to come inside?"

I fight back a grimace. I know the veiled meaning behind those carefully crafted words. Mom wants to know if I want to see Dad. The truth? I don't. Not really.

I think of the disdainful looks my Dad gave me back when I was little, when I didn't have any reason not to love myself for who I was. I think of the way he treated my mom like garbage, bossing her around like she owed him something when the only thing she ever owed him was a kick to the testicles. I think of the way he treated Linh like a mini version of Mom, like gardening flowers and baking cakes was the only future the universe had in store for her. Mom treated Linh badly, but Dad was on a whole different level.

But then I think of the expression of happiness on Keefe's face when I told him I would be getting him what he wanted. No, what he deserved.

Oh, Keefe would be mad if he knew I did something I didn't want to do because of him. I bite my lip and push down the false words of consent I was ready to give. "No," I say.

I thought that Mom would be at least a little surprised. Perhaps even angry that I would get so far only to reject the company of my father. But she only hangs her head and looks at me with a face of understanding and tears. A snot bubble pokes out from her left nostril.

She throws her arms around me again, sobbing uncontrollably into my ear. I hug her back this time, wrapping my arms around her like a blanket. I feel a sharp pang realization in my chest, like a knife to the chest.Mom despises it here.

Eventually, she pulls away again, still crying her heart out. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be letting you comfort me on a day like this-"

"No," I say firmly. "No." I rest my hands on her shoulder and see her tear tracks. My gaze travels slightly downwards and my fists curl in anger.

An ugly blotch of violet is on her right cheek, barely concealed by a heavy layer of makeup. But it's there.

"Mom, has Dad been-"

Mom breaks down in tears again, digging her fingernails into my back. My mouth curls into a snarl and I patiently wait for her crying to cease.

"Tammy, what are you-"

I march into the house, up the carpeted stairs, and down the hall. My head pounds like the beat of a thousand drums and my blood boils so much I think my skull is going to explode.

Sure enough, Dad is there. In his office, with a book cradled in his hands. I walk up to himself, heaving furious breaths, and wait until he decides to stop ignoring his son and look up.

And then I punch him, square in the jaw. A groan crumples out of her mouth, dark red pouring out from his nose. I march back down the stairs, the pounding in my head starting to slow.

"Oh, Tammy," Mom cries out when I come back. Tears are still drenching her face, but slower this time. I think she has subconsciously realized that she has nothing left to spare for her husband- tears or anything else.

Mom suddenly stops crying, and I look at her in confusion. My eyebrows shoot up as I look at her face, blotchy and red. Her tears have washed off some of her makeup, revealing more of her bruise. I can't help but narrow my eyes at the marks my dad, no- Quan Song- made on her. But that's not the thing that catches my eye. On her face is a look I've never seen before. A look of pure fury.

She picks up a small potted flower on a table by the door. It's a pretty magenta one, generously watered and cared for.

Mom smashes the pretty flower on the porch, shattering the porcelain vase holding it. My jaw drops in sheer awe as one thought takes over inside my head.

Mai Song is not going to be Quan Song's perfect, pretty wife any longer.

I scowl at the image in my mind of Quan. Why did I even come here, if I knew how much of an ass he was?

I look back at the potted plant on the side of the house. A trace of messy blond hair waits patiently as it peeks out from behind pink flowers. I suppress a chuckle. Whether he is trying to make me laugh on purpose or simply terrible at hiding is beyond my knowledge. "Oh, um, Mom?"

Mom is staring at the shattered porcelain but eventually looks up to meet my gaze. I am shocked to see a toothy grin painted on her cheeks.

It's good to her see smile, after so long.

"I have someone I'd like you to meet."

I whistle, and a rascal of a blonde boy scurried out of the porch, ice-blue eyes flashing with excitement. He holds out a shaky, sweaty hand to my mother.

"Mom, this is Keefe Sencen. My boyfriend."

Mom's eyes widen, and for a second my heart is paralyzed with fear until Mom gives Keefe the most heartwarming smile in the world and gives him a fistbump.

Keefe's eyes widen too, maybe because of the out-of-character gesture or because of her grin. He recovers, barely, then returns the fistbump.

"Nice to meet you, Tam's boyfriend," Mom says warmly. "I'm going to take all the pies I baked for Quan and give them away. Would you like to share one with my son?"

Keefe's eyes fill with tears and just like my mom, he breaks down into tears, leaning on her shoulders (that Mom seems to hold a little higher than usual) for support.

Once Keefe stops crying, he looks at my mom with glassy eyes filled with joy. "I would love some pie."

Mom grins. "Great. I'm going to pack my bags and then we'll get out of here. Okay?"

Keefe barely manages a nod before breaking down into tears again, this time on my shoulder. After such an eventful day, it feels embarrassingly nice to feel his warmth on my skin. I suppress a blush and bury my head in my boyfriend's sunny blonde hair.

"Is this what it feels like?" Keefe whispers. "To be welcome?"

"I think so," I whisper back, clutching her back in my arms as the next round of tears comes.

Man, I'm really going to need to clean my shirt after this, I think to myself. I smile.

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theuniversalscat · 2 years

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Keef’s teef. (I like when people smile… & silly play on words…)

#feel the love #love #love is all around #love is #life blogging #we are all the same #connection #punny #keef Richards #keith richards #rolling stones #the rolling stones #guitarist #guitar legend #rock and roll #rock n roll #smile #play on words

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a-framed-dog · 5 years

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Smiley boy

#just finished watching got #loads of tension #i’m ready for ep 2 nowww #keith #dog #border collie #keef teef #teeth #canine

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theogony · 2 years

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Co nho toi khong?

A/N : happy happy happy birthday ink!!! @perpetualhearts !! you are one of the best friends i have had the pleasure of meeting on this hell hole. i am way more sappy in my end notes so <3 i shall stop for now but!! have the bestest of days!! also. thank you for getting me out of this rut HELP you are amazing muse WHAT. oh and thank you sm @nobaracore for betaing i love you adi your comments made my day and yeah <233

Keefe grins beatifically at him, and despite the fact his teeth are crooked, he still looks angelic, and with the way he shakes his hair, preening, Tam’s suddenly aware of the fact that Keefe’s eyes are a brilliant blue that has an uncanny way of capturing one’s attention, despite blending in with his pale skin - though his defining features would no doubt be his lips, that are shimmer ever so slightly with the faint sheen of lipgloss.

“Good enough to accept defeat?” Keefe replies, though his smile is less sharp and more slanted into a grin of marigold yellow and something Linh would call a honeymoon bliss.

Or, there's a whole language unspoken in the way they say each other's names.

[Featuring terrible cooking and unhelpful siblings, original sonatas, a history of pining, and maybe an audience comprising of... almost the entire music industry.]

니가 부르는 나의 이름이 듣고 싶어 너의 그 목소리

The sound of you calling my name,

I want to hear it, your voice

壹.

There’s light spooling out of the window the first time he hears the name Keefe Sencen in what feels like an eternity.

There’s a poetic metaphor hidden somewhere, in the way his hair falls loosely over his shoulders, still as messy as the photo he remembers in a distant memory of childhood, rose tinted memories of a boy with a crossed tongue and a too bright laugh and too bright smile.

Though the fact that he somehow knows Keefe doesn’t make the fact that pairing up with the boy who somehow single handedly managed to become his rival in the music industry and who he’s pretty sure absolutely hates him any easier - simply because “”the people voted for it.””

Tam is pretty sure that he's never thought like this. Nor does he want to contemplate the reality that people think like this. These terrible, terrible words are just going to leave his mouth because of — the consequence of the thoughtless music fans, and him and Keefe's apparent music.

He doesn't bother to return the bright smile being thrown by Keefe in his direction that’s tinged with curiosity and…. apprehension, instead focusing his attention on the offending paper in front of him. Which he must read out on camera. On camera .

Linh is going to see this. Biana is going to see this. Linh is going to find this and record this for posterity and show this to Biana and Marella and anyone else she can get her hands on.

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